A recent perusal of Pulitzer-Prize winning American poet Anne Sexton's work reveals an interesting obsession with failure, God and redemption strangely reminiscent of America's current struggles. Given the religious nature of the season it seems timely to reflect on the past year and our times. The title of this article is gleaned from Sexton's last work before she committed suicide--while ironically grappling with the idea of a higher power. Who can argue that America seems caught in malaise of intellectual and spiritual derivation? We've almost forgotten our glorious past with its divine sanction. We now stagger from failure to failure in a fog, stumbling over secular fables, whilst hand wringing and moaning, full of self-pity.
